Ripley could barely contain his anger when he had seen the shadow of the man capturing the sprite. He had allowed him near the tree, thinking that he might be the sprite, when all the while he had had plans to capture the creature that was so important to their forest and pack.
He had fought to gain control of his anger when they had captured the man and he saw the tiny creature fighting to stay alive on the ground after its screams of pain had pierced his ears and his soul. He would never forget those screams. He wanted to pick it up, but he wasn’t sure if it was wise. Would he hurt it more or help it by picking it up?
Thankfully, he had mindlinked the pack doctor to follow when they had headed out, just in case. But he feared that he wouldn’t be there on time. And when he had sai
